World On My Shoulders

Walking along the road I walk a gentle stride,

Feeling light and wasy moving.

A heavy sensation begins to build, 

time goes on with the strides getting slower.

Changes happening all aorund the road as I walk.

The sensation getting all the heavier.

The walk turning to struggle.

Never stopping, time goes on.

The weight still heavy, the walk still struggling,

Comes the adjustment

And things get ever easier

with the world on my shoulders.